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[ganking]

Who: dean + wirt + alex
Where: various locations
When: during the event
Rating: d for dean and his violence/language issues + anything gnome kid and tattoo guy might bring to the table
Summary: event shenanigans!!
The Story:

ALEX ; the roof

[ dean knows there’s something wrong with him, with his head. wonderland is fucking around with his memories again, twisting and turning them into something they’re not. what’s more, and perhaps somewhat more unsettling, are the gaps he finds every time he realises something doesn’t match up.

it means he must be missing memories in turn, along with having some that aren’t his— can’t be his. yet he has no actual answers, nothing to tell him if what he remembers is real or not, so he searches. it’s probably not the most effective way of handling the situation, but with sam and cas and god knows who else after his ass for all the recent murders dean’s had a hand in, he can’t take this to the network. so he searches the good old fashioned way; on foot and through interrogation.

so far? nothing.

dean goes through every floor, some proving to be a whole lot more dangerous than others, but eventually he makes it up to the 10th, and from there to the roof itself. what’s probably most surprising about it all is that the few people lingering about all have colorful wings, beautiful even. they seem to resemble something close to insects, but dean’s not here to collect bugs. no, he draws himself closer, his presence dark to anyone who might have the ability to decipher as much… there’s no real way for him to know if any of these people have anything for him, but no matter, dean has an easy way of getting answers. drawing the first blade, he approaches the closest person to him; the guy is very much shirtless, and has some interesting tattoo work going for him, but that’s not what dean’s here to admire. ]

You’re gonna answer some questions for me.

[ hi alex, have a very sharp, very ancient looking blade pointed at you. ]

WIRT ; near the library

[ his memories aren’t his own and dean is starting to feel unhinged. for one, something inside of him is at war, feelings and emotions bursting forth that he doesn’t remember from before, times with a mother he knows he shouldn’t have, yet remembers so well. and his dad, gone for entirely different reasons, unrelated to hunting, yet his mind desperately tries to fill in the gaps, to make sense of it all.

deeper inside, it unnerves him, sends the demonic thing his soul has twisted into overdrive. being fucked with has never sat well with dean, and now he barely has the patience for it, wonderland’s games tiring at best.

it’s the bright red hat that gives wirt away. dean’s fairly sure he’s never been one for halloween parties — intentions to give a cute girl a mix tape or not — so it has him coming to a halting stop just short of wirt when he spots the kid. he’s dressed up, and dean can’t quite place what it is about seeing him dressed up that triggers the anger inside of him, the gaps in his memories aching further as his mind works harder to correct what he’s supposed to remember and what not. yet all any of it does is leave him more confused, more unbalanced, and a heck of a lot more frustrated.

…and frustrated demons are never a good thing. his shout is aggressive, almost like a bark. ]

Hey— you!

[ see the angry grownup coming right for you, wirt? he doesn’t look happy or very friendly. ]

Comments

[singloversing]

[It's been a long and confusing few days for Wirt, but he had mostly been minding his own business while he tried to sort himself out. He has...really vivid memories of a boyfriend he loved enough to propose to, a boy who died in his arms, and he's been unsure how to feel about that really. It's so strange to think about it now, since he can't imagine himself falling in love with another boy, but he remembers it too clearly for it to be false. But he also remembers liking girls and having crushes in the past, and none of those crushes were male.

Hm. Maybe this boy was just different? But if he was, why are his memories of just who he is so fuzzy? Part of him figures it must have been Funderberker - he's the only boy who stands out in Wirt's memories after all, but...he's not dead, is he?

Wirt feels like his head is in a fog, so he's head to the library to sort himself out. Or at least, that's what he had planned on doing.]

Huh?

[He turns around and oh dear god there is a full grown man running right at him. Wirt lets out a sharp gasp and does the only sensible thing he can think of. He turns and runs away as fast as he possibly can, his cape billowing out behind him.]

[markedbyfate]

[ Alex has wings, and he'll be damned if he isn't going to try to use them. So he went to the roof. He wasn't expecting anyone else to come up there, so when someone does, blade drawn, Alex stops what he's doing and, thankful he brought it with him, draws his sword as well. ]

Who are you? What do you want? [ Wait... ] That blade. I've seen it before.